[ P ] Raise me from the dead

WARNING: Violence, potential gore and languge
WARNING : Potential Language

my demons come to play

Time passed slowly. He had to keep track of the days, he couldn't let them blend together or he ran of the risk of being unprepared for Mutt's arrival. He was restless and he let it leak out of his pores, setting the stage for his demise. Starting the day before, he paced more, let his paws drag and scrape against stone. He rejected the pathetic meal even though his stomach groaned in protest. A little over a week of minimal eating and drinking has him looking sucked up through his sides. He was starving. But he forced himself to maintain restraint.

The morning on the day, he hung out at the back of his cell, ignoring those that passed or approached his cell. He waited, keeping a tight grip his self control.

It felt like an eternity passed before he heard Mutt. He bite his tongue to keep the sneer off his face. He was getting out or he was going to die trying. Briefly, his thoughts drifted to a particular green eyed lawyer, but he was quick to push it away. He couldn't afford distractions today. Odysseus remained unmoving at the back of his cell, shrouded in darkness. His back was pressed against the wall as he lay on his side, his breathing slow and steady. Mutts steps got closer and closer until he was in front of the cell. It was show time.

@Mutt

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It was the longest, most boring week of his life. Mutt attributed it to the fact that he'd had to take care of old wolves. They smelled funny, kept mistaking him for their son or grandson which he happily played along with while helping himself to their belongings. It kept him fed while Odysseus was in the dungeon. In fact he'd put on a bit of weight since he was no longer underfed. He had the judge to thank for that.

His ears flicked restlessly when he was guided to Odysseus' cell. The time had finally come for him to play his part and he intended to do a damn good job of it. Mutt sucked in a breath and released a heart wrenching cry. "Daddy? D-Daddy?.. Dad, wake up!" he wailed, belting his lungs out and letting his eyes flood with tears like the snivelling brats he hated. "He won't wake up! My Daddy won't wake up!" he sobbed, practically hyperventilating as a guard finally approached to see what all the commotion was.

"H-He's dead, isn't he? Y-You killed my Daddy!" another round of sobs and wails. For dramatic effect he pressed his face against the bars and let out a pitiful wail as he collapsed to his knees.

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Odysseus didn't know what to expect when Mutt arrived, but hearing daddy! bounce off the walls of the dungeon was not it in such a shrill tone. He almost laughed. It took careful concentration to keep his body still and his breathing shallow and slow while Mutt wailed just outside his cell. It took longer than he appreciated for a guard to make his way over and put an end to his "sons" sobbing.

The creak of his cell door was deafening and adrenaline began to flood his system. His heart thundered against his ribs as he waited for the guard to approach him, barking orders for him to get up. The dark wolf remained limp, even when the guard kicked him, trying to rouse him. The guard mumbled fuck, knowing this was only going to cause problems.

When the guard lingered a moment too long, the ebon man would come to life. He launched himself at the unsuspecting wolf, dark jaws clamping around the soldiers muzzle to keep him silent. The man struggled as Odysseus wrapped him in an embrace, using his weight to leverage the man to the ground. With Mutts help, he slam the poor soldier against the floor of his cell, rendering him unconscious.

With a ragged breath, Odysseus stepped away from the limp soldier. "We need to go." He would turn towards Mutt before moving towards the open cell door. "Now." But he didn't take the lead. He looked at the boy expectantly. His vision had been full of blood when he first came here, he didn't know the way out. If Mutt hadn't been here, it would be a lot of trial and error trying to find the nearest exit. But now he had a guide that would lead them.

@Mutt

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Mutt was relieved when a soldier finally approached his fake father's cell. It proved that his efforts were convincing and that was almost enough to soothe the embarrassment burning through the tips of his ears. He waited until the guard was inside the cell before he stepped within its boundaries. Unfortunately he didn't have time to admire the view from the opposite side of the bars because he had a prison break to go through with. A soft woah was breathed out when Odysseus struck and grabbed the guard by the muzzle. Mutt threw his weight against the man and with their combined strength he was flattened on the ground. He was going to wake up with one hell of a headache.

"We need to go. Now," Odysseus commanded and Mutt nodded. It wouldn't be long before the guard's buddies were wondering where he'd gone. Once they were out of the cell Mutt nudged the latch into place, trapping the guard inside. It might buy them a few more precious seconds. Without hesitation Mutt raced down the hallway he'd been escorted through and scrambled over the steps leading to the dungeon.

He felt exhilarated when a blast of cold air and rain hit him in the face. Mutt didn't stop running until they were a good distance away from the barracks and obscured from view in shelter of a large oak tree. "You. Have to. Teach me. How to. Do that," he panted, puffing out the words between breaths. Mutt's fighting skills had been learned through scrapping in the streets. He followed two rules. Keep biting and throw your weight around. It was basic and sloppy, but he had survived this long without any formal training.

@Odysseus

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Hot on Mutts heels, they tore through corridors until the cool, wet air hit their faces. He didn't care that it was raining, or that the water seeped into his pelt and wet his skin as they ran. They only stopped when their lunges burned and they had trees to hide them. Deep, ragged breaths heaved his sides as they stood in the darkness, catching their breath. Still, ears strained, listening carefully for any sounds that might suggest they had been followed.

Eyes turned to Mutt when he spoke. A smirk lifted the corner of his parted lips. A dry laugh slipped out in between breaths. "Fine, as a thank you." Odysseus would give credit where credit is due. The boy had put on quite the act and had gotten him out of there unscathed. He had willingly broken the law. Sure it wasn't the first crime Mutt had committed, but the older wolf assumed it was the worst he had committed thus far. He took it as something that could blossom into loyalty. It had him looking at the boy in a new light.

Looking over their shoulders, he continued to listen. "We need to keep going and then part ways for a bit." Thankfully the rain would eventually wash away their trail or at least make it almost impossible to follow. By the time he stepped foot back into the public eye, he'd be a wanted man. He would be on a list of wolves to look out for. It wouldn't matter if he left a trail or not. With a steadying breath, he started to move them again, putting more distance between himself and that fucking place.

@Mutt

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The young criminal didn't appreciate the sudden downpour. Wet fur was a pain to deal with. He was glad he at least had a place to stay dry. An elderly noble wolf that he'd been caring for (stealing from) as part of his community service had taken a shine to him and let him come and go freely from his fancy house. Granted there were some ground rules. He couldn't curse around the old man and he had to be polite. Manners made his tongue curl in comfort, but he sucked it up and said his pleases and thank yous because the old guy was rich. Mutt was happy to take advantage of his generosity and his belongings for as long as he could get away with it.

The promise of lessons pleased and he nodded in satisfaction. "I want in on bigger jobs too," he insisted, brown eyes narrowed in determination. He had proven his worth by successfully aiding his boss in his prison break. Mutt was ambitious. He knew he could go far and one day wanted to be the boss of his own organisation. A floppy ear twitched when Ody suggested they would need to part ways soon. "You'll contact me soon right? If I have to listen to another old bat talk about the good old days I'll smash my head into a wall. Bloody community service," he groused about his community service. He had another three weeks to go and he was sure he was starting to smell old himself, that musty mothball scent and sour breath.


@Odysseus

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A brow arched when Mutt threw out his second request. He was nothing if not ambition. It was one of the first things that caught his attention about the younger wolf. He was not tenacious, but he was bloodthirsty in his pursuit for more. The corner of his mouth tipped up. "Fine, I'll let you know what the next one is." Little did he know it would be his sisters contract.

Impatient was another key description of Mutt. "Don't worry, I know you'll miss me." He teased. "I'll contact you soon." Mutt complained that it was because he was stuck with community service, spending time with the elderly. Now that he no longer stood behind bars, he could laugh about how perfect the punishment was. Nothing could have riled Mutt up more.

"Now that protests have started and turned violent, things will only deteriorate." There was a glint in his eye. War was always profitable for a man like him. Someone always wanted someone protected and someone else wanted someone killed for a political move. "We will be busy." There was an almost cheeriness to his voice. He thrived in violence.

@Mutt

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His brown eyes narrowed in satisfaction when Odysseus accepted his request. Mutt didn't care about making an honest living, not since he'd been introduced to crime. It had been a means to an end at first, a way to fill his belly, now it was his passion. He liked how easily a job could turn on its head and thrust him into danger. "I'll look forward to it," he grinned, like they were a pair of businessmen making a deal. Not two criminals on the run avoiding getting caught by the imperial army.

"Don't worry, I know you'll miss me." Mutt's lip curled in obvious disgust. "Gross," he grumbled and shifted away from Odysseus as if the sudden distance would emphasise that he had not missed him. The fact was that Mutt wouldn't break just anyone out of prison and it was likely that Odysseus already knew that. He had known him from being a bratty pup to now a surly teenager. "It's only because I'm bored. Don't get a big head or anything," he replied, looking at Odysseus out of the corner of his eye.


"Sounds like you've got something fun planned," Mutt remarked, unable to help the mischievous grin from spreading across his muzzle. "I've got a plan in the works myself," he admitted, showing a hint of teeth in his grin. "It's a good one this time," he insisted, quite proud of his little scheme. If it worked Mutt's dream of becoming a noble would finally be realised.

@Odysseus

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He had come to enjoy the salty teenager and the way he was so easily riled. He laughed, the sound low. Boredom was the boys defense. Maybe he was would have teased Mutt further if they weren't on the run. There was little time for either of their antics. His ears were still on a swivel, twitching at the faintest of sounds. "Mhm." Was his reply, the sound hinting that Odysseus didn't quite believe him.

He would shrug, a noncommittal answer to Mutt's observation. First, he needed to make sure he stayed out of prison, otherwise his plans would never come to life. I've got a plan in the works myself. That had a brow arching in speculation. Supposedly this was a good plan. Even more speculation settled on his dark face. Odysseus questioned whether or not Mutt even knew what a good plan was. "You'll be telling me this supposedly good plan later." They didn't have time to go over everything that was likely wrong with this plan. "We need to get going."

Picking up his pace, he would move farther from the dungeon, keeping Mutt in tow until he finally sent the young wolf on his way. Only when he was alone would Odysseus head to the one place he knew he could get the assistance he needed.

exit

@Mutt

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